Lyrics:
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck
(what 2 do baby)
I know baby what I’d rather do
Rather making sweet Love 2 U
It’s a fire sign
Washed by the tears in your eyes
I’d be damned if I don’t
and a ass that fat
F**k it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch
I don't know but off the top I
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking hungry
Real niggas don't notice you
I'm the only dopeboy quotable
Mami tryna land
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
Heaven, is this hell? I don't know, I can't decide
Lately, I've been hoping you could save me
From the dark in the night, it's been hard since you died
down, you broke (ah)
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
I might drop a lil' drugs just to get a lil' buzz
Growin' up, I had to struggle, know what
your needs
Let's set up the camera and make a DVD It's past eleven and I know you see the LED
Lady with the hoes and we at the B&B Please don't call me,
You can be the investigator, I'm your private I
(My love)
You know I want a piece of that pie
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
My
Do you know about my city, the city of Oak
Oh, don't you know
Do you know about my city, the city of Oak
Oh, don't you know
Now lets take
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
just jump over the bridge
And pimp slap em for doing it
I'm ma embarrass ya so bad
That ya label won't say they know ya
You's a good ass promoter
flicking
Get money, f*** b****es
Young Weezy, young pimping, she love it
I keep going, she keep cumin, what you know 'bout it
So 'bout it, like Master P,
'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
I guess you know by now who's number one
Sometimes you don't know
But you gotta keep it Coolio Jones
And I'm independent living, no division of the vision
No permission before the mission my tush is
Nigga moved to Atlanta, ain't got no mo love in the town.
I got much love in Oakland y'all, you know what I'm sayin',
I been doin' this shit fo
you
Everybody know that I use to be rude
Now don't carry no news, news
I don't wanna reminisce on the past
Because them demons be haunting in mind all
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
I don't know you flaws
Sold some dawg you might fold and talk go pet and hold a dog
I change my mind I don't want you thots don't know what you
don't love you make 'em know you
I don't do lean with the soda, girl sippin' her mimosa
Told her baby use a coaster, tryna fly out to the coast of
Costa
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you
on the sofa
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
I don't know why you moved to mess
Point you tryna prove again?
Ah, there you go, gettin' lose again,
Mr. Jones I'd like to speak to you
For a moment if you don't mind
I love your daughter
And your daughter she wanna be mine.
Yeah, Mr. Jones
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